Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up here to the
Ya know what I'm sayin'? An' brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that brother Chuckie D? He he nice"

I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him into a Enemy, man

Now that line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A.
While we was in the car, on our way to the
Well yo, right now, kick the bass for brothers
An' let them know what on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot down the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I lose to a team
'Cause I can go solo, like a Tyson
Make the fly girls have my photo

Run in their and hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I rocked all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You rock the kid, so go cut the cheese

this application of rhymes like these
My red hot, 110 degrees
So don't start bassin', I'll start
Bets on You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind a beatin' from my rhymes
A time for a crime that I can't
I'll show you my gun, my Uzi a ton
Because I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you to battle
It's like havin' a boat but you got no
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I don't break in but I break all laws

Written sittin', all fittin', not bitten
me the juice that your not gettin'
I'm not a law obeyer so you can tell mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock sayer

I'm the rhyme player, the ozone
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start your
This word to the is justified
If they ask you happened, just admit you lied

You got caught a for goin' out of order
An' now you're servin' teams their water
You messed with the master, word to
An' I'll wax cold tax, sure you got dunked

You got dissed, all but dismissed
duck MCs, you get me pissed
It's no fun on the run
Because they got me, Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, don't you
I got a posse of a force to me up
Watch out, we got never the
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we have us, so you're
Wanna hear it We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. sound
Ain't it D, myself an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I it's the tunes that make us groom
To make all the ladies
But it's the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' like Bruce Lee's connection

On stereo, never mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' vinyl
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, liars and amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always fires
You grown up criers, now a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I heard she old dryers

You have no desires, father fixes tires
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
you they never hire, you're never on flyers
'Cause you an' your crew is only known as good

as the poetic, political, lyrical son
I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's what you do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, man, let me tell you a somethin', man
These brothers runnin' around, hard

They get a little jealous, ya know I'm sayin'?
Just that, ya know, they try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you gotta let 'em
Who's who in the of beat

You gotta let 'em that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the we got a fly Mercedes
An' that's the way the goes
That's just the way the story